Winnie Harlow and Wiz Khalifa have been projecting their relationship on us for months now with signs and gestures — but none are more clear than this one … they’re dating. The Canadian supermodel was spotted holding hands with the Pittsburgh MC…

The dude with the hat is one lucky guy … hangin’ with Winnie Harlow and her fellow models on a yacht in Miami. Winnie, her best friend Cindy Bruna and 4 of their comrades in arms hopped aboard the yacht of Dave Grutman — the King of Miami. …

Jack Valentini isn’t my type.&#xa0; Sexy, brooding cowboys are fine in the movies, but in real life, I prefer a suit and tie. Proper manners. A close shave.&#xa0; Jack might be gorgeous, but he’s also scruffy, rugged, and rude. He wants nothing to do with a “rich city girl” like me, and he isn’t afraid to say so.&#xa0; But I’ve got a PR job to do for his family’s farm, so he’s stuck with me and I’m stuck with him. His glares. His moods. His tight jeans. His muscles.&#xa0; His huge, hard muscles. Pretty soon there’s a whole different kind of tension between us, the kind that has me misbehaving in barns, trees, and pickup trucks. I’ve never done anything so out of character—but it feels too good to stop. And the more I learn about the grieving ex-Army sergeant, the better I understand him. Losing his wife left him broken and bitter and blaming himself. He doesn’t think he deserves a second chance at happiness.&#xa0; But he’s wrong. I don’t need to be his first love. If only he’d let me be his last.

Theo MacLeod wasn’t supposed to be the one. Tall, dark and handsome suits me just fine, but the cocky grin, know-it-all attitude, and mammoth ego? No thanks. I only hired him so I wouldn’t have to sit at the singles table again. It was just pretend. He wasn’t supposed to kiss me.&#xa0; My heart wasn’t supposed to pound.&#xa0; We weren’t supposed to spend the night together—the hottest night of my life.&#xa0; One night turns into a snowed-in weekend away, and even the blizzard of the century can’t cool the fire between us. I can’t get enough—of his smile, of his body, of the way he makes me feel. We’re nothing alike. He’s a daredevil, and I’m a nervous Nellie. He’s a drifter, and I want to put down roots. He’s an opportunist with a checkered past, and I’m a Girl Scout volunteer. But none of it matters when I’m in his arms. I know he’s made mistakes. I know his wounds are deep, and he doesn’t trust easily. I know he doesn’t believe he could ever be enough to make me happy, but he could.&#xa0; All he has to do is stay.